Cranky, sick, and still whiny, but here's The Contest:

I do not own a "DNA" sweatshirt. I mean, I like science, but not enough to advertise for it. It's just that I happened to toss my sweatshirt onto the couch and it landed this way (see photo). Figure out what this sweatshirt REALLY says and win a cheesy, small, but fun prize.


Just leave your guess in "comments" or email us at brokenbarn@gmail.com. First one to get it right gets the prize. Contest is not open to you cats who know me and the contents of my wardrobe. Also, leave your mailing address in case you win so I can ship you the prize. We won't use it for anything else, or sell it. We do not play that way. May the clevererest win!

PS: You'd be cranky too. My mister does not agree that the best way to make me feel better is to bring me a Corgi puppy. WTH? Can he not see reason???

PSS: He got that turkey sandwich because the first two reputable restaurants we tried were closed for vacation. I knew what would happen there- that's why I ordered the tuna. I kept mum and just enjoyed watching his reaction ;)